…Smut n' Stuff n' Things n' the Like.

Month: December 2017

I don’t often write about my writing process. Hell, I barely write about myself at all! Well, in the interest of turning over a new leaf as we draw ever nearer to 2018, I thought I’d talk a bit about inspiration—both what inspires me and also (hopefully) providing you with a bit of inspiration as well! 😉

Not long ago, I came across a new site in the kink world (and Seattle-based, no less!)—Wicked Daddy Academy—and took a look at some of their, ahem, unique toys. I may or may not have purchased a few (read: a shitload of) items. Purely for research purposes, I’m sure you understand… My first go-around (so to speak) with Wicked Daddy’s signature corkscrew made me a believer, and lo, the heavenly gates of inspiration opened up. *insert sophomoric euphemism about a screaming, sheet-twisting climax here* Well, I wrote a short story inspired by the toy and shared it with the creator to thank him and his team for a wholly new experience.

Wicked Daddy liked the story so much (see below), he’s shared it on his blog AND he’s offering a killer freebie to my readers as a token of his appreciation! Woohoo! If you visit his site and decide to buy something, when you get to the Shopping Cart section, you’ll find a “Special Instructions for Seller” box. Write “JayeEliseWrites” there and you’ll receive one of Wicked Daddy Academy’s Glass Rods (#1) for FREE—he’s even covering the additional shipping for the rod! Thanks, WD, for your generosity!

And for the inspiration… 😉

“And have you been a good girl for your Daddy this week, baby girl?”

Lying back on the bed and completely nude, her head propped up on a pillow and legs splayed wide for the fully clothed man beside her, she wasted no time in responding.

“I’ve been so good, Daddy. No sassing, no whining, and most importantly, no coming. Just how Daddy likes it when we can’t be together during the week.” Each time they reunited, she looked forward to the ritual of reestablishing the dynamic between them. A perfect exchange of dominance and submission. A beautiful ceding of control to the man who was her everything.

“That’s what I love to hear, baby. What a good girl,” he praised her as he ran the back of his hand along her cheekbone and chin before dipping lower and twisting her nipple in a playful, lightly painful tease. “You know Daddy wishes he could be here with you all day, every day, but when he can’t, it makes him so happy knowing his baby girl is obeying his rules.” With his other hand, he slid a finger into her wetness before bringing it to his mouth and savoring her essence.

“And since you’ve been on your best behavior, I think it’s time to try something new with you. Something I’ve been holding on to for when you’ve been really good.” His grip tightened on her tender nipple and she winced as she inhaled sharply. “And I think the moment has come for you to get a nice little treat.”

It wasn’t a question, and she knew he didn’t expect a response, but it didn’t stop her from murmuring a quick thank you, Daddy. Releasing her nipple from between his fingers, he stood up and crossed the room to grab something from his dresser drawer. And when he returned to the bed, staring down at her with a look of frank, approving desire, she reveled in the need she saw in his eyes. So distracted by the dominance and possession in his gaze, at first she failed to notice the unfamiliar implement in his hand.

But when he held it out before her, inviting her to examine it, the sight of the new toy prompted her to close her legs. She didn’t know yet whether it was a protective or lascivious gesture, but knowing her Daddy, she had every suspicion it was the latter.

“Ah ah. You know the rules. Keep those legs open and that pussy accessible for your Daddy.” She spread her legs obediently, a warm flush creeping across her cheeks and chest.

The toy he held in his hand looked like some other glass toys they’d played with before. But yet so completely different. While most of the glass dildos he’d used on her were smooth, studded, or occasionally ridged, this particular toy was a perfectly smooth, deep blue corkscrew. A drill bit designed to tap into the core of her pleasure and release the wanton submissive within. A precision tool with one purpose and one purpose alone: to elicit pure sensation. And when wielded by a skilled craftsman such as her Daddy, she knew she was about to experience something truly sublime.

“Now, given that you’ve been such a good girl this week, and knowing how much my little girl doesn’t like her cold glass punishments—” she shuddered, a frisson of dread coursing through her, remembering the last time he’d used a refrigerated glass dildo in her ass, “—Daddy’s going to warm up your new toy before he uses it.”

Rubbing it between his hands, the corkscrew rose and fell between his deft palms, the solid glass clicking against the thick ring he always wore on his middle finger. “Now, let’s see what this magic wand can do, hm? I’m going to use that gorgeous pussy of yours today, baby, but someday I’ll be claiming your ass with this, too, so prepare yourself.” He winked at her, an eager smile setting up shop on his handsome face. “Hold yourself open for Daddy.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her hands sliding down her trembling belly toward her slick, bare folds. Using her long, perfectly manicured fingers, she spread her lips wide open for his inspection and to provide him access to her needy pussy.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, occupying the space between her legs. “Here we go, baby girl.” He ran the cool tip of the toy along the length of her slit, collecting the wetness that he’d already coaxed to the surface. Even just brushing against her swollen labia, she enjoyed the solid weight of the toy. But it wasn’t until he teased the first inch inside her that she truly understood how different the thick corkscrew was from anything she’d ever experienced.

“I’m going to twist a few times and then, while you’re getting used to it, I want you to use your muscles to grip it, baby.”

With a mumbled yes, Sir and her fingers vibrating against her needy sex, she watched him screw the toy into her as a wholly new sensation flooded her pussy. Even had he not ordered her to squeeze the phallus, her over-stimulated vagina would’ve done so anyway. While her conscious mind knew there were only a couple of thick ridges embedded in her, it felt as if they’d multiplied exponentially the moment he’d penetrated her.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed and encouraged her, “Another couple twists and a break for you to assimilate.” He sank the corkscrew ever deeper and an unrestrained moan escaped her lips. Her back arched off the bed, seeking as much contact with the new toy as her Daddy would permit. A fresh wave of her essence surged from her pussy and her wetness was now audible as she clenched around the toy, her Daddy lightly pumping it into her. Although she normally needed some clit stimulation to come, she was beginning to suspect that this unique implement—in Daddy’s skilled hands—was more than capable of nudging her over the edge.

“Getting close, little one? Like the feel of those ridges, do you?”

Given that she hadn’t stopped moaning since he’d slid it into her and she could barely hold herself still, his questions were more than a bit rhetorical, but she answered them nonetheless.

“Mmhmmm, Daddy…so good…so, so good…” she whimpered.

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Now, you’re going to get one last hard push and then I want you to come for me.”

“Y-yes, Sir. P-please, Sir,” she stammered, not caring how desperate her voice sounded to his ears. And judging by the solid outline of his cock in his jeans, he loved hearing her pleas.

With a couple final twists and his palm pressed to the base of the toy, he sunk all six and half inches of the ridged glass into her pussy, fucking her senseless. The pressure against her cervix combined with the thick blades stroking her G-spot combined to sucker punch her with one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever had.

But as she screamed out her release, Daddy surprised her yet again with another feature of the new toy. Instead of unscrewing it from her clenched wetness, he drew the corkscrew straight out during her climax, triggering her to squirt and soaking the towel he’d so cleverly laid out beneath her before their play session.

Silly with blissful satisfaction and exhausted after her powerful release, she let go of her pussy lips and covered her smiling eyes with her forearm. “What did you just do to me, Daddy?” she giggled sleepily.

“Well, if you’re not sure, baby girl, I guess that means I need to do it again, hm?” Her eyes shot open and registered the devilish smirk on his face before a fresh surge of lust pumped through her veins.

“Now, open yourself up again for me, and let’s find out what this thing can really do…”

With Christmas right around the corner, I wanted to reach out to everyone and wish you all the best this holiday season! 🙂

Yes, I know this time of year can be stressful for many.

Yes, I know that family (whether biological or otherwise) can try our patience.

Yes, I know it’s challenging to see joy in others’ eyes when you might not feel that same joy yourself.

Well, I wish I had some sort of kinktastic, zen magic to tap into to make everything merry and bright. Unfortunately, I don’t. But what I do have is compassion, positivity, and happiness to spare. And I know I’m not the only one. So, if you find yourself in need of some light (and even if you loathe this time of year), don’t be afraid to reach out to others—kinky or not—and soak up a bit of that warm, cozy glow.

Dom/me or sub, Daddy or baby girl, Master/Mistress or slave, and/or any other designation you embrace, you deserve some light, love, and naughtiness. This time of year and always.

My contribution to the Mischief Under the Mistletoe anthology is “The Kink of the Magi”, a naughty take on O. Henry’s holiday classic. The anthology is now available for preorder on Amazon for only $0.99! That’s fourteen hot stories for less than it costs to…to…. Hell, you can’t get anything for $0.99 cents these days! What a steal!!! 😉

Anyhoo, here’s a steamy, scorching snippet from my story and I hope you enjoy! 🙂

“Spread your legs a bit more for me and I’ll give you what you need.”

His tone, firm and authoritative yet gentle, was one he’d perfected with time and experience and it never failed to get Annie into a more submissive headspace. She complied, and after a final quick spank against her pussy, he plunged three fingers into her wetness as far as they would go. Twisting and grinding his palm against her blushing cheeks, the telltale spasms from deep within her announced her imminent orgasm.

Over the years, he’d lost count of the times he’d brought her to climax. When they first started exploring each other sexually, finding out what worked for them and shaping the dynamic that suited them, it was a matter of pride for him to make her come as often as he could.

Now that he knew the exact buttons to push and the sequence to follow to get his princess to the edge of pleasure, he preferred to keep her there as long as he was able before pushing her over in a blinding wave of ecstasy. But tonight, his princess had waited long enough. He wanted to give her the release she craved.

Pumping into her slick entrance with one hand, he rested his forearm vertically along her lower back to balance her, using his other hand to hold her rear cheeks open. Annie’s sexual ESP kicked into high gear and she clenched her ass reflexively, even though she loved what was about to happen. Kurt happened to know that it was one of her favorites, even though she’d always remained demure about anal play.

“Relax for me, princess. Relax and let me make you feel good,” he murmured. As soon as she obeyed, he traced the pad of his thumb around her tight ring, gently stroking, nudging, and toying with it.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, her springy curls nearly hiding the flush creeping its way across her face. “Oh. My. God.”

Her body convulsed against his lap and her tightness squeezed and tensed around his fingers as she rode out her orgasm. He continued pumping into her while stroking her sensitive rosebud, knowing he was wringing every ounce of pleasure from her sated body.

With a final twist of his fingers, she squirted all over his hand, soaking his pajamas with her arousal. Before she slumped against his lap, Kurt pulled Annie into a stand and hugged her tightly, her panties falling to the floor.

“I love you, Annie,” he whispered into her hairline as her breathing evened out and she melted into his body. “I love you and I’m so lucky to have you in my life, princess.”

“Mm, I kinda feel like I’m the lucky one right about now,” she laughed softly into his collarbone. “Wanna skip dinner and go to bed? For some reason, I feel like a big old bowl of jelly right now and could use some snuggle time.”

With her warm breath against his chest, her firm breasts pressing into him, and her arousal soaking into his pants, he didn’t need another invitation.